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My parents are gone, good. I threw the broom I was holding to sweep up the mess of glass from beer bottles onto the floor. I opened a window and climbed out, they won't miss me if they get home early. I ran through the freshly cut grass into the woods, I ran over to a tree to see Felicia sitting on a swing, god she looked so pretty with the sun shining on her. I climbed up the tree and we just talked, her laughter echos through my head, it's like a bell, some of her hair was turning blonde, and her hair reached her back, I asked her why she lets it grow that long and she says that's how she likes it. While we talked it began to rain, and we just ran in the rain, eventually we found a abandoned house and took shelter there. 

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